Three Bags of Cashews and a Dishonest Sister In Law at the Wedding

personal names.”

Jenny stepped over and typed on her terminal, her keys clicking in the quiet room. “I have no record of any business registration under Martha Vance or Beatrice Vance for that year, or any year after.”

I looked at the blank green screen, the hum of the cooling fan filling the small alcove. “Is it possible a filing could be lost?”